Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
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Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.